<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545978" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn, Thee Lovely...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps 'twas destiny that stole its youth, <br>Autumn was never privy to the truth, <br>grown barren by He who weaves, <br>too early for snow, too late for leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft it wore a counterfeit smile, <br>imploring the bounties of Summer wild, <br>to allay its advance from green to brown, <br>before its final journey to the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Promises of slow demise never kept, <br>as red Autumn shed, she plaintively wept, <br>till Winter perplexed queried, <br>why Fall was so wanton-wearied? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Willst thou then lend me snow? '<br>Winter alarmed at this ignoble show, <br>stripped off Autumn's remaining bower, <br>she lay undressed, like a jilted lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet 'ere His Worship, tipped the Horn<br>fruits ripened unafraid of being summer born, <br>Earth bloomed into corn's ears, <br>Rain fell to soothe the season's fears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still today we hear the Horn play, <br>in its music we see the well-fed sway, <br>and sleep 'neath a mellow Sun over field, <br>amidst once vagrant, now fragrant Autumn yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rohan+Sen">Rohan Sen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545978" data-title="Autumn, Thee Lovely... de Rohan Sen" data-description="Perhaps 'twas destiny that stole its youth, Autumn was never privy to the truth, grown barren by He who weaves, too early for snow, too late for leaves. Oft it wore a counterfeit smile, imploring the bounties of Summer wild, to allay its adv..."></div> </div> </div>

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